|Doug of the Wuthering Heights Blog is my Ian Malcolm|
And behold, Ye Bookish People, I have a Tale of Caution for thee. Because here was yesterday: Wake up very thirsty indeed due to perpetually blowing fan in room, do not drink water, go to friend's, drink lemonade + champagne, eat cupcake, go stand in sun for two hours while cheering for mostly-naked-men-in-colorful-underpants. Followed by going home, falling asleep, and then feeling pukey and headachey for the rest of the night. EAT THINGS AND DRINK WATER. AND DO NOT ONLY EAT CUPCAKES. This is my advice unto you.
In my gross-feeling state, the only thing that didn't seem terrible to watch on Instant was a National Geographic special on Lewis & Clark's expedition. And yeah, I teared up when they had a shot of a bunch of buffalo. BECAUSE THEY ARE MOSTLY GONE. Ah, America, you and your innocent ways, before we despoiled you with our delicious french fry eateries. Anyway, long story short, I'm totally into Clark and Sacagawea now. READ THE FACTS. IT MAKES SENSE. And her husband was a total tool who bought her and another woman, while Clark was all "Imma educate your son Jean-Baptiste who was born on this trip, whom I love muchly" and when Jean-Baptiste was six, he moved in with Clark and his family. Also Clark called him "Pompy," which is adorable.
My brain's done. I think we need a reappearance of this GIF. HAPPY MONDAY.